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I pull my knees to my chin as the smell of fresh coffee wafts through the house. I know that he is watching me from the kitchen and I know what he is thinking, but I don't want to talk about it not just yet. I continue to gaze out on the dark November landscape. A calming blanket of snow covers our world and the sun is making its final appearances before we are bathed in a constant darkness. I'm not sure what it is about this half of the year but somehow that darkness makes me feel at home.
"How are you feeling?" Lukas asks cautiously as he hands me a coffee mug and sits beside me at the window.
"I am fine. I wish you would stop worrying about me." I say as I continue to stare out the window.
"But I do worry. I promised to keep you safe and healthy, and I intend to keep that promise. I want to make sure that you are all better. I couldn't stand having to keep you in the hospital and not having any way to help you again." He mutters as he brushes my bangs away from my face. Ever since he found me 12 years ago he has become my protector and big brother. So when I got deathly ill last month and no one knew what to do or how to help me he almost went nuts. Since then I have been staying at his house, per his request, and he has been treating me like a piece of glass.
"Please stop treating me like a child. I am no longer seven."
"No, you may not be seven any more but you are still human, and still my little sister. So I have a right to worry. And you know very well that if the others where here they…" He was cut off by the phone ringing.
"Hello," he answered on the second ring. "Yes, she is up….. Of course…. Here she is." He passes the phone to me. "It's your father."
"Hello Papa," I say as I take the phone from Lukas. "Yes Papa?... I can do that….. Alright, goodbye Papa."
"Papa would like me to come home today," I relay as I pass the phone back to Lukas. "He is having the jet pick me up in a few hours. Do you think you can drive me to the airstrip?"
"Of course," and with that he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead and set about helping me pack for the trip home.
As soon as the private jet touched down on the Alta airstrip Papa and his body guard came and picked me up before taking me home. As we drive I stare out the window and think back to my beginning.
When Lukas found me he knew that he could not raise me and be a country so he turned to a friend of his who wanted a daughter. As I grew up Lukas tried to spend as much time as possible with me and make me feel loved. As I got older and Papa became the mayor of Alta and I tended to spend more and more time with Lukas. I even became the little sister of the other Nordic countries, and for my sixteenth birthday Lukas sent me to meet some of the other countries as well. But, it is all bittersweet. We all know that there will come a day when I will pass on and leave all of my "family" behind. I know that that is why Lukas is so concerned with my wellbeing.
"Les?" I turn and scowl at the use of my pet name. "You know when you scowl like that you look as if you could be Lukas' female half." My father laughs before continuing. "We are here."
I look back out the window and realize that we are sitting in front of a large hotel and not our house. I turn back to my father and search for an explanation. "I will explain everything once we get settled," is all the information that he offers before getting out of the car and getting out my luggage.
We walk silently through the hotel and strait to the elevator that takes us to the top floor. When we exit the elevator I notice that there is only one door on this floor. My father pulls out a room key and holds the door open for me. As I step inside a well-dressed man and woman greet us and take all of my things from me. When I try to protest my father takes my hand and leads me to the couch. He lets out a long sigh as we sink to the soft cushions and I can see that he has aged since last time I saw him. After I got sick Lukas swept me away to where he could be close to me. This is the first time I have seen my father since then. He takes a deep breath and turns to fully face me before he speaks.
"My dearest Lessa, I have brought you here in order to keep you safe. See while you were gone a decision was made. A decision to declare independence from Norway." He pauses and tries to gauge my reaction but I stay silent. "This new country will be called Norseland and see this," he digs in his pocket and hands me a folded piece of paper. I unfold it with shaking hands to find a large black cross drawn sideways on it and in the top left corner I see a fancy style N, I stare at it for another moment until my father's voice tears me from the paper. "This will be our flag. We figured we would stick with the preexisting design but add our own twist. I hope you don't mind that we used your stylized N on it. We wanted to personalize the flag so I thought that the really pretty N that you use would be great to stand for Norseland on our flag, don't you think?" He looks at me like a child looking for approval from a parent but I find it hard to speak.
I drop my gaze to my lap and hand back the drawing of the flag. I take a shaky breath and stand up. "I need to call Lukas and warn him," I state as I begin to move off in the direction that I saw the attendants taking my things. I barely take a step before my father's hand catches me.
"I can't let you do that."
"Pardon?"
"The declaration was sent as soon as you landed. And for your safety you are going to stay here and you will not have any outside contact."
"You can't do this Papa. I am nineteen I can take care of myself."
"You also just recently got out of the hospital and you are the daughter of the president of Norseland. Which makes you a target. So until its safe you will stay here under the protection of these agents." He motions to the two attendants and gives me his 'you dare challenge my authority' look.
"I'm pretty sure this is considered kidnapping in most countries," I mumble as I pull my arm from his grip and stalk off towards what I assume is my room to look for my book. As I walk away I hear my father give a big sigh before leaving.
Over the next few weeks other than the room service people I saw and heard nothing of the outside world. So I spent most of my time reading and when I was not reading I was either playing cards with the agents or learning what I could about Norseland. Such as the boarders, which are practically a continuation of the Swedish/Finnish boarder and it cuts through Norway to the closest body of water. I also find myself wondering how this declaration has affected Lukas and the others. I find myself wondering if they are fighting or if they hate me for turning on them.
I was having one of those particular thoughts when I was interrupted by a large commotion in the hallway just outside the room. I look questioningly at the female agent who is sitting across from me on the other couch. Reading my expression she shakes her head, she didn't know what it was and it was far too early for room service.
Without a word both agent are in action. The male agent starts moving towards the door while the female agent moves towards me. I am on my feet in an instant following her, my book falling forgotten to the floor. Silently we head to my room which is farthest from the door and hunker down behind my bed listening. For a time there is nothing but silence, all we hear is our breathing. When suddenly the silence is shattered by the sound of the door being broken down, this is followed by the sounds of a quick scuffle and the agent next to me shoots me a quick glance before rushing to her partner's aid. I stay right where she left me and listen as the two of them fight who ever came in, then just as fast as they started all the sounds stopped. I feel the breath catch in my throat as I hoped for the best. I listened as footsteps came closer to my hiding spot. Quieting my breath I try to push myself as far as I could into the shadow of the bed. Still the footsteps came closer until they were right on the other side of my bed and in that moment I knew that the agents where dead and I was most likely not far behind.